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☁️🔞A Date in Kolkata [Omega Shubman]

In the bustling city of New Delhi, where societal norms dictated much of daily life, there existed an unspoken hierarchy based on status, wealth, and, most importantly, genetics. Omega, alpha, beta - these labels held weight, shaping interactions and relationships. Yet, amidst this structured world, two individuals found themselves drawn together, defying conventions and societal expectations~

Prince Shubman Gill.

He never saw himself as a bird in a golden cage. This palace-a royal building in the modern era in New Delhi that sometimes felt empty, cannot be called a cage, because in fact he can go in and out freely, even though he has to be escorted by a group of bodyguards, especially since his father, the previous king, died a few years ago. The current kingdom was run by his grandfather and mother-the queen who was still active today.

"How was the result? Any body suit to your liking?"

His friend, Abhisekh, suddenly popped out from behind his back, startling Shubman. Abhisekh Sharma, was his classmate in the royal school. He was also an omega, like Shubman and they had been close since their very childhood, inseparable from the roots.

The omega Prince pouted. His lips pursed into the crescent as he pushed a pile of CV files on his desk at Abhisekh.

"I take that look on your face as a 'no', bro."

"Mayank isn't really bad. It's just, I don't like the aura."

Abhisekh nodded. "A week of dating-"

"He legit asked me why I am so tall! Like I could control my genetics!" Shubman huffed out, irritated at this point because of the constant pokes from everybody regarding his physical appearance.

The other omega shook his head, concerned.

"Your grandfather will run out of candidates when there are five candidates and none are suitable for you. In the long run, he would make all the candidates do simple eeny, meeny, miny, moe or rock paper scissor games."

"Fuck off! I cannot, and will not marry someone who doesn't respect me. I would rather die, Abhi."

"You are the heir, asset to the kingdom. Don't die yet, Shub."

"Just imagine, I wasted almost two months just trying to date strangers who would later become king of this country. You know what, Abhi? It's 2024 and I have to go through all this?"

Abhisekh puffed out his cheeks, "2024 and this country is still a monarchy. What do you expect, bro?"

Shubman took a deep breath.

"At least your husband won't be decided right away, but you have the opportunity to choose even though it's a choice, ughh."

Shubman exhaled this time-loudly.

"So, last week was Mayank. Which condescending judgemental Alpha is there next week?"

"It's-"

The omega Prince rubbed his tired face as Abhisekh rambled on but he couldn't bother to hear with his full attention.

He, Prince, was born an omega. The only heir, an omega. He would run this country as a queen consort-not as a king. This meant he needed an Alpha companion from nowhere, chosen by the royal council to be his companion, which he said will only be taken from a great alpha descendant.

Tch. Omega couldn't be the leader of the kingdom.

It made Shubman Gill hate his destiny.
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